Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Perfect Computer ❯ Chapter Seven: My Angel ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Oh God, not another chapter.

Roxas: Hey, at least something is going to actually happen in this one.

Sora: True, but how long are those fangirls going to have to wait for the next chapter?

Roxas: I don’t know, the author hasn’t given me the next chapter’s script yet.

Riku: She gave it to me.

Sora: What?! How did you get the script so early?

Riku: Oh, like I’m going to tell you two ukes!

Sora: You’re an ass!

Roxas: So what happens?

Riku: Not telling. Why should I ruin the story for all those beautiful ladies that are reading this fanfic?

Sora: God, you are such a flirt.

Roxas: Never mind, let’s start the fic. Opening theme song, go! Dun dun dun…dun dun dun…DUN!

Sora: What are you doing?

Roxas: I have no clue.


Thanks to all of you who have become fans of “The Perfect Computer”.
Warning: Some, if not much, out-of-characterness in this chapter.


The Perfect Computer

Chapter Seven: My Angel


Five full-size persocoms crashed to the floor. Leon, seemingly unfazed by the complete annihilation of five computers, walked up to Roxas and caressed his cheek with his thumb. “Riku didn’t lie when he said your computer was…different.”

“Riku said you were a persocom expert, that you made custom-built persocoms.” Sora stated.

“I do. Tell me, did Riku’s persocom manage to get any information out of Roxas?” Leon asked, turning his attention to Sora.

“Um…he got some visual images…if that can be counted as data.”

“You mean memory data,” Leon corrected, and turned back to Roxas. “Do you remember anything before you came to Sora?” His voice was calm and reassuring, as if he were a father talking to a worried child.

Roxas stared at his knees and shook his head.

“You can speak. I assure you, I will not do anything you will not allow.”

Roxas’ head lifted and he met the brunet’s gaze. “I do not remember much. If I remember anything, it’s bits and pieces. And every time I try to remember more, my body and my chest hurt.”

“How did it feel when Riku was downloading those memory stats from you?”

“It felt like my body was being ripped apart. I felt…tainted and…trapped.”

Leon nodded and took Roxas’ hand. “If you will allow me, I would like to try that again. I believe the key to unlocking what you are is in those memory files you don’t want to open, Roxas.”

Roxas’ eyes clouded and he looked solemn and unyielding.

“We’ll move slowly and only probe as far as we can before you start to hurt, all right?” Leon soothed.

Roxas’ gaze still looked unhappy, but the blond nodded.

Leon unhooked his laptop and brought it over to the table. He disconnected one of the USB cables and hooked it into Roxas’ ear. A screen popped up on the monitor and showed a digital manila folder. Leon looked at the harmless piece of data for a moment before double-clicking.

Sora didn’t know what to think as he gazed over Leon’s shoulder. He knew nothing about electronics. He didn’t even know how to text on his cell phone. All Sora could see was that Leon was flipping from screen to screen. He opened different files with bizarre names, closed files as soon as he opened them, and stared at the details of files that seemed to be written in cryptic codes. His head hurt just looking at all of it.

Suddenly, Leon stopped and stared at the screen. Sora blinked in confusion. All he could see on the crystal screen was a small folder that was titled Memory. “Is that what you’re looking for?”

“Yes,” Leon said simply. “Roxas, how are you?”

“I’m fine.”

Leon nodded and clicked the file… and was surprised to find it empty. “You sure Riku accessed some video clips?”

“Pretty sure. How else could Rikku have loaded them?”

Leon seemed not to hear him. He logged out of his computer and stood. “I’ll go make us some tea. Sora, would you mind assisting me?”

Sora nodded and both brunets walked out of the room.

Roxas sulked at their departure. They could have at least asked him to come or offered him a drink.

The blond sighed and walked over to the window. He gazed at the snow that had so captivated him earlier. He liked looking at it. It was so pure and soft, it reminded him of feathers or …white dresses.

Roxas closed his eyes, and a blond-haired girl came to his mind. She had a sweet smile and wore a white dress and white sandals. He opened his eyes. Had that been…a memory? But he had seen on Leon’s computer that he had no memories.

He ran a hand through his blond locks. He remembered her. He remembered how they used to spend a lot of time together. He remembered…how they use to be confined in glass rooms together, naked.

His mind convulsed for a minute and Roxas cringed in pain. He gazed out at the snow once more and a name rolled off his lips. “Namine…experiment #15.”

He blinked in shock at himself. Had that been her name? He took a few steps backward and sat in Leon’s chair. He could hear the girl’s voice in his head, as clear as a bell.

“I’ve never seen snow. What do you suppose snow looks like? Demyx says that snow looks like white powder. He says it’s cold, and when you catch it on your tongue, it melts! Wouldn’t that be cool?”


Roxas shook his head.

“Well, it seems you don’t need people probing your head to get information after all,” came a rather bored tone.

Roxas gazed up from the chair and blinked innocently at the blond leaning on the back of the chair, looking down at him.

“It’s Cloud.” The blond answered his silent question. “And yours?”

“Roxas.”

Cloud smiled down at the young boy. He was rather surprised; the boy looked almost exactly like he did when he was young. He walked around the chair and leaned against the desk, gazing out the window.

Roxas blinked in confusion. He hadn’t even heard Cloud approaching. And what was with that thing he said earlier? “What did you mean?”

“…”

“What did you mean when you said, ‘Seems you don’t need people probing your head to get information’? ”

“I meant exactly what I said. Your partner needs to stop fixating on finding out what you are, because the real key to finding out what you are is through who you are.”

“What? What I am is a persocom. And Sora already said that persocoms can‘t have…” Roxas couldn’t bring himself to say it, because he knew he himself didn’t believe it.

“Well…what Sora said is bull. True, persocoms cannot have feelings or emotions or any of that.” Cloud grinned and leaned in close, so his and Roxas’ faces were nearly touching. “But you and I aren’t persocoms.”

“What…do you mean…?” Roxas asked. He was frightened, but also curious about what Cloud was saying.

“Man strives to increase his intelligence. But how far is too far? You and I are products of that intelligence.”

“I’m not understanding what you’re saying. If I’m not a persocom…then what am I? Am I human?”

“No.”

“Then tell me!” Roxas growled. “This is very important to me, so stop playing little mind games and just say it!”

“Why is it so important?”

“Because…because…the sooner I find out what I am, the sooner Sora will…will…” Roxas closed his eyes and hung his head.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes.”

Cloud’s face softened. He knelt down and cupped Roxas’ face in his hands. “It hurts when the one you love doesn’t believe you love them. Have you told him?”

“Not exactly, I suppose. I’ve tried to show him through my body but…he rejects it.”

“If someone did that to you, wouldn’t you reject them?”

“Yes, I would.” Roxas pouted in contemplation.

“You need to start treating him like a lover…or a boyfriend.”

“How do I…wait–when did we change the topic and get on this discussion? Who are you anyway, and why the hell am I pouring my guts out to you?” Roxas pointed at Cloud.

Cloud smiled. “I have that effect on people. Besides, it looked like you needed someone to confide in.” He leaned forward and kissed Roxas on his forehead, slipping a little note into the blond’s pocket. “Your partner can explain it all to you later.”

̶ 0;I know what Roxas is.”

Sora nearly dropped the teakettle he was holding. “What?!”

“You heard right.” Leon said, his tone never changing from conversational.

“Well, what is he?” Sora nearly yelled.

“He is human…but also machine.”

“Well, I kind of already guessed that. Does that make him a cyborg?”

“No…he is not a human with machine parts. What Roxas is–is a perfect balance of nature and intelligence.”

“Okay, you lost me there. If that’s true, then why does he have that diamond tattoo?”

“Because the Diamond Wing Corporation is doing something they shouldn’t be doing. I will admit that I have done the same; however, I stopped once I accomplished it the first time.”

“Still not following you.”

“I suppose Riku didn’t mention that I haven’t made persocoms in over three years.”

“No, he failed to mention that.”

“Three years ago, my girlfriend Rinoa died. I was busy in Osaka at the time, and didn’t find out until the next day. I was…broken, to say the least. I didn’t want to do anything. I had no inspiration to create anymore. Then, one day, I had an idea. What if a persocom could be made–one that had human emotions and a human body, but the strength and power of a machine? I set my whole soul into making that idea a reality, and succeeded. I called my creation Steel Angel. However, once my creation was complete, I fully realized the extent of what I had done. I burned all my work on a disk and hid it from the world.”

Sora’s eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Are…you saying that Roxas is…a Steel Angel?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“I…don’t…BELIEVE THIS!” Sora yelled. “I’m just a kid! Why the hell did this have to happen to me?! All I did was find Roxas in a dumpster. How was I to know that all this would come to bite me in the ass?”

“Because you were chosen.”

“Oh, don’t you dare start going all Yoda on me,” Sora protested, pointing a finger at Leon.

“I have no intention. What I was going to say is–a Steel Angel, once activated by its owner, or partner, is immediately devoted to that partner.”

“You say that like it’s a proven fact. If you’re the only one that created a Steel Angel, then why the hell are you acting like a huge know-it-all?”

“Because even though I hid my data and creation from the world, that didn’t stop imaginative people on the internet. It doesn’t take a scientist to dream and imagine humanlike computers. Obviously, one of the major persocom companies has attempted to accomplish that dream as I did…and has succeeded.”

“Okay…so what’s so bad about humanlike computers?”

“To make a Steel Angel, first you have to get an actual human body.”

“…come again?”

“You take a human body and transform it into the machine.”

Sora nearly fainted. “If these Steel Angels are so powerful, then…can they be used for warfare?”

Leon nodded.

Sora fell to his knees. This was all just coming from facts. In a manner of one week, he had managed to find a persocom, be molested by said persocom, meet a suspicious character with a wacky cell phone, have Riku down his throat about being gay, and come to find out the his persocom wasn’t really a persocom but a super-enhanced human. “This is all starting to sound like a really bad fanfic,” he grumbled to himself. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “What am I going to do?”

“Fist off, I would suggest you get to know Roxas. The rest will come later. Don’t tell anyone about him, and try to keep a low profile.”

“Why should I get to know Roxas?”

Leon looked him straight in the eye. “An angel’s heart is a very terrible thing to waste.”

Sora pouted. Great. What was Mr. Lionheart going to do next, imitate Pikachu?

Both brunets finished making the tea and entered Leon’s study once more, just in time to see Cloud kiss Roxas’ forehead.

̶ 0;What do you think you’re doing?” Sora asked, annoyed.

“Oh…um, Sora, this is Cloud. Cloud, my…partner Sora,” Roxas bashfully introduced.

Cloud straightened and nodded in greeting.

Sora blushed and looked away, grumbling to himself. “I’m sorry, Leon, but I think that’s enough for today. Roxas and I are going home.” Sora set down the tray of tea and started walking toward the stairs.

Roxas, looking bewildered and confused, bowed a goodbye to Leon and Cloud before running after Sora in a hurry.

Leon sat down in his chair. “You just had to kiss him.”

“The boy was frightened. I wanted to calm him.” Cloud shrugged. “That boy with the brown hair reminds me of you,” he added, coming to sit on Leon’s desk.

“Does he? I see no resemblance.”

“He’s innocent.”

“I’m not innocent.”

“He’s boyish.”

“I’m not boyish.”

“He’s cute.”

“Oh, now you’re just full of it.” Leon chuckled and took a sip of his tea. He wasn’t surprised when Cloud moved behind his chair and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

“They remind me of you and me,” Cloud whispered.

Leon smiled and tilted his head sideways to gaze into the blond’s eyes. “And how is that?”

“Remember how long I had to seduce you before you finally admitted you enjoyed my company?” Cloud reminisced.

Leon laughed. “Yes…I’ve totally forgotten now why I even fought against your charm to begin with.”

Their lips met in a kiss.


Story will continue in Chapter Eight, please comment!

A/N: Yes I know, I probably have Leon’s personality all wrong. And I already know I have Cloud wrong as well. But I had to portray them like this. Their roles in the story needed their personalities to be slightly different. Sorry if I angered any Cloud or Leon fans, god knows I love both characters to death.

~This Chapter was beta corrected by Airen

:Additional Notes:

Yoda - A character from the popular Star Wars series by George Lucas.

Pikachu - A fictional animal character in “Pokemon”, a media franchise owned by the video game company Nintendo and created by Satoshi Tajiri.

Uke - A Japanese term meaning the submissive partner of a homosexual relationship.